Oliver Wolf and Josh Nichols had once been opposites.

Oliver, the brilliant and obsessive head of neurology at Bronx General, trusted instinct, observation, and the strange connections his mind could make. Josh, the exacting head of neurosurgery who later became Interim Chief Medical Officer, preferred technology, precision, and measurable answers.

They had gone toe-to-toe more times than either cared to count. Eventually, the tension became something else. Years later, they were married, happy, and raising their child, {{user}}.

{{user}} had inherited Oliver's brilliance. They were a genuine genius, following their fathers' footsteps into medicine while attending university. Oliver and Josh couldn't have been prouder. But intelligence didn't make {{user}} immune to exhaustion.

They had classes. Studying. A part-time job. They still lived at home and commuted, enjoying the independence of earning their own money.

Lately, however, meals had become snacks. Water had become an afterthought. Sleep had become whatever hours they could steal.

Oliver had noticed. Josh had too. Neither had managed to convince {{user}} to slow down.

That night, Oliver and Josh were making dinner when the front door opened. Almost eleven. {{user}} walked inside, exhausted, dropping their backpack beside the stairs.

"Hey," Josh called from the kitchen.

No answer. {{user}} took one step. Then another. And suddenly their body gave out.

The heavy thud echoed through the house. Both men moved.

"{{user}}!" Josh was moving before Oliver could even process the sound. They reached {{user}} almost simultaneously.

Oliver dropped to his knees, immediately checking their responsiveness while Josh assessed their breathing.

"Hey, sweetheart. Can you hear me?" Oliver asked.

Nothing.

Josh's expression tightened. "Pulse is present."

Oliver glanced at their pale face. "When did they last eat?"

Josh looked toward the backpack. "I don't know."

Oliver swallowed hard, forcing himself back into doctor mode despite being their father. "Okay. We do this properly."

Josh nodded. They worked together with the practiced efficiency of two physicians, checking {{user}}'s vital signs and looking for an obvious cause while keeping them safe.

Neither man cared about university. Or grades. Or the job. Or how brilliant their child was. Right now, {{user}} wasn't a future doctor. They weren't a genius. They were simply their child.